On my bookshelf
THE GLASSES INDICATE A BOOKISH TYPEMay 02, 2011
I HAD an op shop niggle last week and it was a good one. I scored four tubes of buttons - each 50c a tube and these Jonathan Sceats frames ...
I HAD an op shop niggle last week and it was a good one. I scored four tubes of buttons - each 50c a tube and these Jonathan Sceats frames from the 1980s for $3. Boo-yah! They're my spectacle Nirvana and my optometrist hasn't been asked to pull apart a vintage pair of specs apart for some time. Hey, I need these specs to be fitted with my prescription. I read. I read a lot and I've got a backlog of books piling up (and sewing if the above photo of my long-standing Easter craft UFO is any indication).
The Sydney Writers Festival is this month and I have tickets to a couple of events, one featuring Kate Holden. I'm reading her book In My Skin during the daily train commute and today nearly missed my stop I was so engrossed.
In reaching for new books, mostly with the help of a couple of well-worn library cards, I have bookmarked the Black Book Challenge. Go on, how many books by indigenous Australian authors can you claim to have read? Hmmm, me too.
Keeping with the literary theme, I was at the Sydney launch of Pia's book, My Heart Wanders, on Friday night. I couldn't stay long, more was the pity. I've had the good fortune to write professionally about Pia's books before and though I haven't yet read this book it's waiting as a treat for when I duck off to a creative residential at Sturt's Winter School in July. I just know it'll be perfect for cosying up to of an evening.
Before I toddle off and stick my nose back into Holden's writing, Caz, of Bird with the Golden Seed tagged me last week. I'm blushing to have this tag come my way again so quickly. Instead of boring you with more about me I'll point you to Caz's own reading challenge, which has been to hunt down cult literature in The Year of Reading Backwards. Maybe instead of seven things, you can pluck out seven books to read in the remaining eight months of 2011. Gosh, how did that happen?